Spicy Desires
Two strippers were dancing at the poles, moving slowly with practiced grace.
Their audience watched quietly.
Mostly men and a few women.
Johnny didn’t bother staring at anything or anyone.
He kept walking.
Leo spotted him first.
Leo was sitting deep into a plush cushion, one arm draped lazily around a woman’s waist. When he saw Johnny, he straightened, grinned, and whistled loudly.
Leo pushed himself to his feet and walked toward him.
“My man,” Leo said happily, grabbing Johnny’s hand and pulling him in for a brotherly hug.