Even if she was an escort, I felt the beginnings of an addiction.
I’m not sure why I walked into a strip club that day. I hadn’t been to one in at least ten years, since a drunken bachelor party a lifetime ago. And most of my visits to strip clubs had left me feeling that they were depressing places. But I was lonely, I guess, and definitely horny, and I would see beautiful (I could hope) naked women. I had seen the sign from the highway a few times, and...Read On