Techno music - just go with it

Not sure of what else to do, you decide to just go with it. As the loud techno beat fills the club, you do your best to dance provocatively on the stage in front of a room full of horny, screaming men. The good part, at a place like this, nobody is hear to judge your dancing skills.

Amazingly, muscle memory seems to take over. While you aren't a dancer, this body seems to know enough to get your through.

As the song drags on, men start drifting toward the edge of the stage, dollar bills in hand. In your experience, there are two types of strip clubs...the ones where they throw the money on the stage and the one where the dancers have to come get it.

You've been on the other side of the stage, waiting for women to come take the money from you. Various different experiences flash through your head. You glance towards the edge of the stage, momentarily considering making a run for it.

Reluctantly you drop to your hands and knees and start crawling in their direction, which draws a wild cheer from the audience.

The first man you come to looks to be in his mid-40s, slightly overweight and bald. He is dressed in an ill-fitting off the rack suit. He folds the dollar bill into a "v" shape and places it across the bill of his nose.

You hesitate for just a moment, then try to seductively bury his face between your boobs. He seems to enjoy it as you grind against his face, and a strange part of you enjoys the soft moan that escapes him.

You pull away, the bill stuck between your boobs and smile at him. You toss the money onto the floor behind you and move yo the next man.

He is younger, maybe in his late-20s and dressed in beach shorts and a tank top. His muscular arms and neck are covered in tattoos. He leers at you. Something inside your body reacts, and you realize your host must have a type.