She led him around the bar. To the far left of the sitting area was an apse of sorts. It was a large area with chairs in neat rows. A small half-circle stage, maybe 20X20 foot, with a stripper pole, and colored stage lights dominated the space. Couches had been moved and arranged into horse shoes to have a great view of the stage. Several waitresses wearing French maid costumes were delivering drinks to some folks who had already arrived.

Nate was taking it all in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then the warmth of someone’s breath on hid ear, and a familiar voice whispered, “Damn, baby,...