I immediately felt ashamed because I thought it was wrong to become aroused by a woman who obviously couldn’t get a better job than to dance half-naked in front of men. I looked away and I realized there was no way I could avoid seeing half-naked women. The room was full of them, either walking around, sitting at the bar, or with customers around tables.
Jorge had ordered drinks and a waitress put down a bottle of single malt whiskey, two glasses, and an ice bucket. While he poured he said, “Let me know if you like any of them. Everything is on me, okay.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I adjusted my hard-on and reached for my glass. I had hardly put it down after drinking from it when from behind me a woman swooped in and sat herself down on my lap.
“Hi, honey, how are you?” she said
