Right away I found myself getting into it. Somehow, the change in the lighting was enough to let me relax a little, having been in many, many strip clubs over the years (when you combine the fact that most of my clients are married men to the fact that my wife could be as much of an icy bitch as any of theirs, yeah, I’ve been out to the clubs plenty of times). The “spotlight” of the desk lamp on them in the darkened room, the pulsing music, the two hot dancing girls with perfect bodies… the only things missing were a drink pushing waitress and a wad of one...