Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I feel the unexpected tiny smile playing on my lips as I stepped my foot in the building. This is really- really not a chicken club as I described earlier, it's much breathtaking than I expected. Though I haven't been here before, it looks Rockily suberb like the ones I normally go with Beca back in London.

I grin and walk through the bunch of people stumbling and rocking their selves to loud music. I stumbled through the crowd and find myself at the counter where Nathan said I should wait for him.

"What would you like to have?". The barman asks when I sit there looking around the room full of people who removes their clothing in a sexually provocative manner (strippers).

The erotic dancers whirled her partner round on her toes. while another naked performer straddles a guy sitting next to me and moves in a rhythmic, sexual manner over his lap.

I gulp as I could see the guy's balls stand rigid when she climbed off him and walks over to lap rock another person. The guy who just got his balls worked on used his hand to stroke himself and winks at me.

Was I staring too much? I quickly look back to the bar guy who stood, still waiting for my response. "Just give me something strong enough to make me feel amazeballs". I grin again and turned to face the exotic dancers as they move their bodies beautifully to the tone of the rock music that makes me feel like wanting to dance and rock my waist to the rock music that now runs through my veins.