If you are under the legal age (18 most everywhere) or are offended by such, please read no further.This is the first in a series of stories I'm writi...ng based in a strip club. I don't know how long this is going to go on (so far, I've only got ideas for five stories including this one), but I'll write as I get ideas. Like the "Spells 'R' Us" and "Bikini Beach" universes, this one is open to other writers, just please let me know about it.Thanks to Bill Hart for creating the "Spells 'R' Us". But what about Dragon squadron? Why hadn't they been sent off? Then Ben had another thought; exactly why the hell was Emily at the base in the first place? There were supposed to be no other Warrior squadrons there!"Emily," Ben began with a note of curiosity in his speech, "how were you in 'Lightning' squadron? From the info I got, the Dragon squadron was the only Warrior squadron at that particular base." Huh?" she looked at him quizzically. "There were more than fifteen other Warriors at that. It’s what I deserve,” he said.“Just let it go, Rodney. And don’t ever cheat on her again. I don’t want to see her hurt. And, I do wish you both well. But in the end it’s going to be a matter of how you treat each other that will determine that I suppose,” I said.“Okay, I will do as you say. If you ever need anything, Jim, there isn’t anything I won’t do to help you out. Just say the word,” he said.“Yeah, yeah,” I said, and I hated saying it.****Our anniversary had apparently changed the level. I could feel my pee right on the urge I'm coming out and I was starting to get panicky, so I pulled up my skin tight jeggings all the way up so that the seam of my pants could push into my crotch and maybe hold back some of my pee. Of course it didn't help that all the men were trying to flirt with me and have conversations with me there for making my job a lot slower, while trying to look as non desperate as possible. at this point every time I stopped to talk to someone I had to either press.