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deal members club for the upper end of the strip market. I'd taken my turn in the small money bars around town, but I'd got the looks and the moves to get asked for a try-out at a classy gig in no time. And now I was up on stage, going through my first stage routine of the night in front of guys so rich and so sex-starved at home you could smell the money and desperation from the pole.  My first tune was slow and I'd decided on a simple sensual dance to begin the night - saving the big moves for later on when the nerves had gone. That gave me time to look around to see which fat wallet looked interested and might respond to some attention. I couldn't help notice a balcony