The clubroom dark hits me in the face as the black velvet closes behind me. The later it gets, the slower my eyes seem to react to the contrast between brilliance and gloom. Guillermo is playing Jay-Z, seems like he’s having a nostalgic amble through the noughties. His choice of track puts me in a better frame of mind. Cheers, Guillermo.
Amy said that Frank was easy to spot, and there he is, seated at a high table nearest the bar. Swanky, just as Amy described him. And tall, thick set, with curly hair cut in close at the neckline.
I wend my way towards him, catching the other dancers’ eyes, avoiding the gazes of the guys. I spot a hustle in action in my side vision, a success, the dancer leading the guy to the lap dance booths. Then I see another not happening, the guy waving the dancer
