Entranced

Greg arrived at a shady looking gentleman's club. He saw the vandals enter here. The bouncer asked him to pay $20 for entry. Greg shuffled through his pockets to pay the fee. The bouncer let him in.

As Greg went down the stairs into the basement club, the bouncer made a call.

”Yeah… Either a journalist or cop…”

Greg was amazed. This underground scene was incredible. Loud music. Pumping. Neon lights. Smoke. People swaying their hips and grinding. Raised stages where bodacious naked women danced. He made eye contact with one redhead with her DD tits squeezed between the metal pole. Her amber eyes were drawing him in. She looked like Nadia but with a stronger Russian bone structure. He was now up at the edge of the stage, mouth wide open.

The woman bent over and crawled over to Greg and opened her mouth. A pink tongue. Up close she smelt floral. She paused there and glanced at his pockets.

”Oh! Yes…” Greg realised. He pulled out his wallet and put a $500 dollar bill in her mouth. She took it. Eyes wide. In disbelief. Normally guys were stingy and tossed crumpled singles.

She hopped off the stage, grabbed his hand and guided him somewhere secluded. Greg didn’t know what was happening but was entranced.