Dear Diamond
Each dancer made rounds on the floor after they performed, picking up some random schmuck who'd grease their palm with a hundred bucks to have them grind their lap with no hope of anything further.
Diamond's second number left me more riled up than the first, and just like the two times previous that I'd watched her perform, I was ready to chew nails and kill anyone who dared cast a glance in her direction much less lay a finger on her. I'd had three drinks and didn't need any more if I planned to drive home, but I'd be damned if I could sit around without a sedative to keep me from stomping onto the stage, throwing her over my shoulder, and marching her perky tits out of this hell hole.
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