I was in my mid-twenties, and considered good-looking by my friends, acquaintances, and, at times, complete strangers. Standing 6' even 180lb, a shit ...job, and hair that hadn't been cut in a year, I had no problem finding a date. It turned out I wasn't looking for a date, but a girl that was willing to follow me down the darker side of my fantasies. It was a Thursday night and she was working at a strip club. It didn't have the best reputation, but it wasn't a dive. She'd covered her body with a. It was her birthday, and she shouldnt be here, at work. Well you get up there and shake your damn titties. Get me my money. He folded the bills, and shoved them in his pocket, looking around the club for Angel. Where the hell was she? I wonder if that girl is dancing tonight. I love seeing her dance. Rich wandered through the club, still searching for Angel. Whats that chicks name? Fallen Angel? He stopped, searching out the men who were talking about Angel. He followed their gaze, finding. Only his men. Otherwise, I think Daniel would have done something by now. My son is no coward, and he will do what’s right.”“I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. “Yes, our son has proved his worth in my eyes. He didn’t hesitate to back me up on Doug’s ship. I was quite impressed with him. He is a son you have every right to be proud of Crystal,” I told her.She gave me a soft loving smile that had its effect on me, making her giggle and she rubbed against me, making me even harder. “Down. I was a country town boy and Soho back then was all pretty blatant sex, I was soon in a strip club, boy what an education that was. Coming out of the sex club I wandered round Soho, looking at the adverts in shop windows such as large chest for sale, French Lessons to name just two. Of course there was a few girls that offered other things. I went into a pub for a drink to find it full of guys behaving rather strangely to me at the time, now I would know it as a gay bar, I finished my beer and.