The club was crowded tonight, as loud music blared throughout the building. It was Friday, and to be honest, what man wouldn't be at the strip club on a Friday night?
Friday was the most active day of the week, which meant the money will be pouring in by the pools. Fridays were certainly fun.
I walked through the club greeting guests and delivering drinks. Chatter and music filled the air. I had to work the floor before I worked the stage, and then, personal lap dances, it was every stripper's routine, demanded by hers truly... Madam V.
But I didn't mind at all, it was more profitable in fact. Cash all around, and trust, it fed our pockets well. Men filled in by the dozen, and the evening began.
I sauntered to the bar after gathering a few orders. Gaz sat behind the bar, his hand supporting his head, waiting for consumers. He looked bored, to be frank.
