Nigel counts the money from the club, smiling to himself as he remembers how easy men are for some type of release, some type of clarity in their lives. Maybe you were one of those types of people. You wanted his attention as least some point of the day.

But he was exceedingly invested in his business, as any entrepreneur would. Jealously and needfulness secreted from you. Before you were deprived of such attention, you were one of his dancers, the apple of his eye he said to you. He loved watching you dance, working the pole like no other.

His office was like a champagne bottle, beautiful and extravagant, yet filled with nothing. Yet, he had a pole for you in there so you could perform for him and no one else.