You were already half drunk when your friends dragged you into a strip club. Just like all the other clubs you'd been to that night the lights flashed colorfully and the music blared, the only difference was the half naked people dancing erotically on poles. Your friends giggled as they stumbled in, giddily going through the motions of showing ID's and paying the cover charge.

You found drinks and seats and prepared yourself for an evening of drunkenly chittering and flirting over the male and female dancers on stage. You let your eyes wander and very quickly landed on a lean blonde man wearing a pair of tight black briefs. While eye catching, it wasn't his outfit that caught your attention. Rather it was the man's movements. The way his body moved gracefully to the sub-par music was not only arousing but... beautiful. He moved like a real dancer. And he was good. Very good. You locked eyes with him and he smiled at you before expertly swinging himself around the pole.

You watched, entranced, for his entire number. It was no surprise when your friends noticed. What was surprising and also mortifying was when they started calling him over and pointing to you, outing your obvious attraction.

He just smiled and walked over, thanking your friends when they slipped cash into his hands and the waistband of his briefs.

"Did one of you folks want a dance?" He asked, tone playful as he winked at you.