Tuck continues to dance, slowly thrusting his hips at the crowd. They love it. They go wild. And Tuck grins from ear to ear, continuing his seduction of them. It’s a great time at The Man Club. The best. I won’t have it any other way.
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Two days later, I review the security footage from the sixteen-channel, two-terabit DVR. I believe a new hire by the name of Eric Carloto is stealing money from the registers when he’s bartending. The club has been short for the last two weeks, night after night; the exact amount of time that Eric has been working for me.