Chapter 18
The bouncer, a tall, severe-looking black man, who had been checking IDs, greeted Leon with a guy-hug and the required two pats on the back. “How’s our new girl doing?” Leon asked.
“Oh, she popular, real popular. In fact, she on stage next.” His voice was surprisingly high-pitched for such a large man.
“Has she taken many men to the VIP room?” Leon asked.
“They lining up for those private dances. Guys go in there with her, then hit the cash machine, or give their credit card numbers and go back for more,” he laughed. Everyone was laughing except me. But every word made my c**k jump a little.
The club seemed to be completely dark once through the curtain, except for the glow of cigarette tips and a brightly lit stage protruding far into the room. Most guys sat at tables, but
