The music pulsed at Shake It. It was a rhythmic heartbeat in the dimly lit men's wing. Brenda and Carol had their initial apprehension replaced by a fierce lust and approached a dancer whose physique was nothing short of breathtaking.
He was lean, muscular, and his movements possessed a fluid grace that hinted at both power and control. He was captivating. His name, according to his profile, was Damon.
Brenda wasted no time. "Damon," she said, her voice low and husky, "we're interested in your… services."
Damon smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Carol's spine. "And what kind of services are you looking for, ladies?" he purred, his voice smooth as velvet.
Carol, her blonde hair catching the soft light, leaned in closer. "We want the full experience. The
