Chapter 19

The three of us drink shots of bourbon. A strong drink for a strong meeting, I always say. My treat.

Rocco says, “What do you think about Lock and I doing a dance routine for the guys tonight? It’s a young crowd, and maybe we can bring the cash in with an erotic, dick-grinding performance together?”

“Details,” I tell him. “Provide me with details.”

Rocco paints a graphic picture for me. Both chiseled men will be in full dress, preferably suits. They’ll perform to a slow song by James Blunt or Ed Sheeran. They romantically strip each other out of their clothes to the music, down to navy blue thongs. On stage, they will make love through dance, moving, gliding, grinding, and dry-humping to the music.

“It will be a love story of sorts. A duet and play. We’ll perform three or four different scenes throughout the night.”

I like what they have to say. It could be the new big thing at The Man Club: short erotic scenes with meanings and storylines.