Looks like you’re going to have to.

You stride out into the main area of the club trying to look as cool and confident as possible. You can’t help but be amazed by all the looks, not to mention the fact that you are walking on such high heels. It is quite easy to pick Keller out of the crowd as he is the only huge green guy in the place. Your stomach flutters and your ass sort of clenches and relaxes as if it was getting itself ready as your mind plays back the savage pounding. Suddenly a strong hand grabs your arm.

“Where did you get those clothes? Who are you?” It’s the bouncer, obvious by the black shirt with yellow letters that tag him as such.

“Umm, my name is Alex. I’m supposed to give Keller a lap dance.” You stammer, hoping the name drop will be sufficient.

He scratches his stubbled chin. “Fine. But you have to give me one first after I search you for weapons.” He points at a door marked “office” to tell you where to go. By the look on his face you get the clear impression he has no authority to do this he just wants to fuck you. “Well, go on.”