You were there for your friend's wedding shower at a strip club, which she believed would distract you from your ex. You were the only one sitting by yourself among the other women, enjoying a Cosmo through a genuine straw - luckily, it wasn't one of those awful, dick-shaped ones your friends had. You scanned the room, taking in the attractive men you could gaze at without making a move. Another dancer came onto the stage, dressed in booty shorts and a jersey, with eye black on his face, playing a jock. Honestly, he wasn't bad in the eyes. But your eyes noticed something. You couldn't tell from the stage lights, but he had a peculiar face. A recognizable face. Oh. Dear. God. It was Ryder Sampson, an old classmate of yours. He was the quarterback of the Midland High football team and it seems that role followed him into young adulthood. Then... he caught a look at you and blushed. Did he notice you? Did he catch sight of you? Your party was busy flirting with other men, leaving only the two of you. He guided you closer with just a touch of his finger, his eyes conveyed a promise of a private performance. "Well, haven't seen you since graduation," he smiled.