Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I could feel the tiny smile playing on my lips as I stepped my foot in the building. It is really not a chicken club as I described earlier. Though I haven't been here before but 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 says I should stay and wait for him.

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

The e.r.o.t.i.c dancers whirled her partner round on her toes. while another n.a.k.e.d performer straddles a guy sitting next to me and moves in a rhythmic, s.e.x.u.a.l manner over his l.a.p.

I gulp as I could see the guy's balls stand rigid when she climbed off him and walks over to l.a.p 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 wo 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 which made me feel like wanting to dance and rock my waist to the rocky music that now runs through my veins.