Strip club

Normally, a strip club is where men go to watch girls gyrate around on stage and drink overpriced booze, all the while unable to touch themselves. The place you're heading to has that reputation - it's a little dirty, a little too expensive, and so the normal stripclub-goers tend to stay away from it - but you know the truth. Club Xcess caters heavily to shemales. Some of the staff are, themselves, shemales - but never the strippers - including the owner. You exhale sharply as you sit in the car behind the club. It's daytime, so it's pretty much deserted... there's only two cars in the guest parking lot, and six or so in the gravel employee lot to the side. This is it... you drop the coat, walking in as calmly as you can manage. The bouncer at the door, a seven-foot tall amazon of a woman, nods you in, and you round the corner.

On a raised stage in the middle of the room, a bored looking redhead gyrates in time with the Red Hot Chili Peppers tune "Californication". Two businessmen laugh, telling what are obviously bad jokes in one corner, half watching her and half the big-screen TV to one side of the room that's playing a football game. A fiftysomething fellow who looks tired and burnt out watches the redhead with a measure of interest, occasionally thumbing through a wad of singles. And the bartender, a tall lean blonde of perhaps twenty-five years, smiles at you.

"What can I get you?"

"I dunno. I was hoping you could tell me." You take a glance backwards, making sure that the rest of the occupants of the room are looking other places, and tug the front of your skirt up. She nods, gesturing for you to put it down.

"Full service, eh?"

"Definitely."

"Got a girl in mind?"

"Not really."

"Hm. Head back to a booth, I'll send one for you." She gestures vaugely back towards the VIP room.