Cameron hit 'send' in a reply email. The freak storm would keep a lot of people away from the club this weekend. Many of the club-goers who had stayed the previous night were hunkering down in private rooms on the top floor to wait out the weather. He didn't mind the fact that attendance was down. It was always the same couples anyway, always the same women—most of whom he'd rather face a pit of vipers than get into bed with—not that he hadn't dallied with them. And lately he had been finding it all rather boring. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed the club, or a woman, other than for the perfunctory release that they offered.
"Cameron? Pick up, man." His butler and longtime friend Jamie's voice sounded over the intercom near his desk phone.
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